i'm just thankful i didn't set off the metal detectors this time.
because i did that once when traveling with owen. because of it, they needed me to come through separately from owen, and when i tried handing my less than 1 year old to the security personnel, he held up his arms in a fashion that made me feel i was handing him a ticking bomb, and refused to hold him for me. so, as i begrudgingly was putting my baby onthefloor, a kind woman behind me swooped him up and held him long enough for me to walk through the detector alone. and then again holding owen. which, by the way, didn't go off again.
so i repacked all of our belongings and off to the gate we went. but first, envision me assembling the carseat and stroller one handed, as i was holding a baby. and irritated travelers hovering close to me and my 300 bins that most of which were sent through multiple times, impatiently awaiting their single carry-on to arrive on this end of the conveyor belt.
it wasn't until boarding that i had to ditch the stroller to carry brooks in his oversized carseat (because, thank the lord, this flight was not full) through the narrow aisle of the airplane. i was that person whose many bags hanging from my shoulders were banging people as we made our way through the aisle. the best part of the not full flight was not that i didn't have to hold my baby (because let's face it, he only lasted about 5 minutes in his carseat), but that we were able to take up a whole row. i was always terrified when flying with baby owen that i'd pick a seat next to someone who would be grouchy and unforgiving if he were to have a rough flight. i'd say only a time or two in all of our many airplane rides did we choose a seat that our neighbor was less than friendly, and fortunately owen was on stellar behavior those times.
off we went. one hour and 25 minutes later, we landed in indianapolis. and i am so pleased to report we had an amazing flight. and shocked? yep, that too. owen remembered to put on his listening ears that morning, which doesn't always happen. and also left his whiney drawers at home, which also doesn't always happen. he entertained himself on the flight with cars and books and snacks. and brooks smiled and coo'ed, took a bottle, snoozed in my arms, and smiled and coo'ed some more. our drinks never got spilled. no cars fell to the floor and took a drive eight rows back. no complaints of earaches, or unconsolable cries from my baby. in fact, no cries came from my baby at all. we even made a family trip to the pint-sized bathroom (and all miraculously fit) so that owen could potty.
yep, traveling alone with two littles is something i can say i've conquered, but not something i'd wish on myself again. things don't go that well twice.